Waiting Her Out

Two doves atop a bare dead tree with uninterrupted view Huddled close on a Summer's day with naught to do but coo Birds stop by on top most branches chirp go their way and back It's storm cloud close with tickle breeze, grey and blue and black Upturned leaves reflect sky light in every which direction The humming bird preens on the line in feeder glass reflection It's all so still and heavy now then leaves go all aflutter The doves are gone the coming rain is more than just a mutter It pounds on in with rushing wind at once the streets afloat Then lightnings flash and thunder rolls the wind picks up then stills And in the pregnant silence I eye the moored boat She's under tarp and sitting well with room to ride the least of all my ills. It's time to batten down and wait for weather to be gone To sit alee and watch with glee as Nature carries on